A/N: Hey, it's me again! Just dropping by real quick to say feel free to hit that review button if you so please. Helps keep me motivated (I know, I'm a groveling dirt wad) to finish the story. Stay frosty and best of luck!


Chapter One - Present Day

Aiden let out another sigh as he trudged through more ankle-high water in an attempt to find his over-eager girlfriend. Truthfully, he should've expected them to become separated at one point or another in that massive shopping center. There were so many people, Aiden had given up trying to use his power to keep track of their location and just let Lux drag him along. In hindsight, he should've been paying more attention. All it took was the one stray person bumping into them to break his grip on her hand. Panic hadn't set in until his pocket had buzzed with a text from Lux saying "Where are you? I'm outside."

Immediately at the front doors, Aiden had discovered (much to his dismay) that it was raining. Even worse, Lux had been nowhere. Following her trail of energy, thanks again to his power, was easy due to the empty sidewalks as the faint trail of gold stood out brilliantly against Piltover's grey stone. He normally would've hurried; her wandering this far was a decent sign she was in danger. However, the golden insignia of a wand spiraling with light etched into the back of his right hand hadn't given him any warning signals. It was the mark of a Summoner and Champion; both took the others' mark when they partnered up for the fourteen years of conflict in the Institute of War. Aiden's own was a crimson eye with some intricate embroidery which, to his surprise, had appeared over Lux's left eye. It didn't hurt, according to Lux, and functioned the same as her mark on his hand; the other's emotions, thoughts, and current state of body could be felt through them.

Both he and Lux were still getting adjusted to the emotions and thoughts part, but whenever the other was in danger their signs glowed and alerted them. Hours after he'd received it, Aiden couldn't help but marvel at how nicely it fit on him. It just felt right. Right in a way that was indescribable and amazing. Lux agreed with how his mark felt. Perhaps it was due to the fact that the two had been dating for over three years now. Whatever the cause, though, they both enjoyed it.

Cars zoomed past on the street, lights brightening and fading with distance as they passed Aiden's still form. He was pondering how far ahead he could dash with his faux wings without passing her trace when the sigil on his hand suddenly started to burn. His eyes widened and he quickly drew his hand out of his pocket, checking to be sure it wasn't lying to him. The golden sigil burned brightly, filling his mind with emotions of panic, worry, and mostly…fear. Instinctually, Aiden could tell where Lux was, a beacon of light appearing on his mental map.

"Don't worry Lux, I'm on my way!" he thought, already channeling the energy through his body in preparation for a spell. "They won't lay a finger on you."


Lux, for her part, had been sufficiently worried beforehand. The pretty blonde wasn't sure what exactly had drawn her out of the mall, but it just kept beckoning to her. Some part of her mind told her to stop and wait for Aiden to catch up; she knew he would eventually. But her feet kept carrying her forward towards whatever was so alluring. It wasn't until she rounded that ally corner that her senses finally snapped back into focus.

By then it was too late.

A shadow appeared behind her, and acting on feeling more than skill Lux ducked and moved forward. There was a grunt of annoyance as she dodged the figure's grasping hands. Summoning light to her form, Lux fired off her trademark light bindings to teach the creepy pervert a lesson. Her eyes widened as he pulled out a circular disk and clicked the center. A wave of blue light exploded outwards, causing her to gasp as a cold feeling enveloped her body and her mana pool drained. As quickly as it had appeared, the cold feeling stopped but Lux was completely without mana. The shadow made a low chuckle as he replaced the disk within his trench coat. His face was obscured by a gas-mask, but Lux could tell he was grinning in triumph. Fear and panic filled her mind as she stood up and backed away.

That was when she felt the sigil on her eye light up. It was always a surreal experience; every time, her vision would grow sharper and red sigils in a language she couldn't understand appeared on everything. Aiden had described it as his sigil overlapping her normal eye and glowing (much like his own eyes did regularly; Lux was entrapped by those crimson orbs of his). A warmth spread through her body as Aiden's voice filled her head: "Don't worry Lux, I'm on my way! They won't lay a finger on you."

She almost cried in joy. Aiden always found her, regardless of circumstance or location, eventually. They'd also briefly been able to talk to each other! Granted, she hadn't said anything back, but that was mostly due to the advancing figure and her joy at Aiden's promised arrival. It wasn't that Lux couldn't defend herself; she wasn't some delicate flower who couldn't fight. With her mana drained, however, she was mostly powerless to stop the man in front of her. Her strength lied in casting powerful spells, not hand-to-hand combat.

Lux faltered a bit when her back touched a solid wall. End of the rope.

"Say goodnight, princess," the figure said, voice muffled by the mask he wore. Then he jumped forwards.


A teleportation spell was elementary for Aiden to cast. Every Summoner who had been in the League more than seven matches knew how to cast it. Of course, it was mostly used to move the Summoner's Champion across Summoner's Rift and had a long window of time where a Summoner was unable to cast it again. There were no such restrictions on the spell normally however. Well, besides the fact that one could only move so far before the spell became un-castable. Every worded spell had its limitations.

Not wishing to waste any of his energy in the event of a group, Aiden settled for the lengthy teleportation spell. The whole thing took a few seconds to recite in the Arcane language, but was worth it in the end. After finishing, Aiden felt himself become weightless momentarily as he was moved through space and time. Not even a millisecond later he reappeared…right in front of Lux. Something heavy, with grasping arms and hands, slammed into him. Aiden wasn't a pushover and easily used his amplified (a story for another time) strength to shove off the assailant. Crimson fire enveloped his right hand as he prepared to roast the poor fool alive.

Sufficiently startled, the assailant stumbled backwards but caught himself before falling over. Eyes squinted from behind the mask as a mark on its hand lit up with a blue energy. The dim lighting suddenly became crystal clear to his eyes, and they widened slightly. A man, dressed in dark jeans and a grey jacket, stood in front of the girl he'd been ready to kidnap. That put a wrench in his plans slightly. No matter; the interruption was unexpected by easily fixed. He'd just discovered these powers a week ago, and it had been simple use from there to practice them on unsuspecting targets. At first, it had been nothing but training dummies, but after a bit of practice with his teleporting ability, the man had moved onto testing live targets.

"Who are you?" Aiden demanded, left hand lingering on the hilt of his bastard sword, Legacy. He wasn't a lefty, but it would have to suffice as his right hand was currently busy gathering crimson flames. The stalker wasn't already dead due to the fact that Piltover's Sheriff, Caitlyn, would have his head if she found out.

She always seemed to find out.

Nothing but a low chuckle emanated from the man before he disappeared suddenly. Aiden peered with his special eyesight to find the perpetrator, but found nothing.

"What the-?" he muttered before a sharp blade was plunged through his stomach.

The masked assailant pulled his shard dagger out with a sadistic grin. This girl's boyfriend, or so she assumed, would get to watch as he had his way with her. Nobody denied Slim Joe his (twisted, sick) hobbies!

Or at least, that's what Slim Joe was thinking. Lux, at a glance, knew that Aiden wasn't near dead. Hell, the dagger that the man had used probably didn't even sting. Getting blasted by massive amounts of magic energy over and over again was an effective method of deadening nerves to lesser pains. Stabbed through the abdomen? Worst case scenario was it tickled. Caught off guard by the attack, however, Aiden fell to his knees and coughed up a bit of blood. Immediately, however, his improved natural healing factor went to work and patched up the hole within seconds. Years of practice and training had improved his skills massively, including the ones that he couldn't turn off. The healing factor, while nowhere near as good as that one Super Hero everyone had gone nuts about months prior, was great in its own regard. Aiden could heal from any wound to his abdomen, even his heart, and (if he was fast enough) could even fake a realistic death. He was most certainly fast enough; the process was complicated but it worked every time.

Turning to face Lux, Joe failed to notice Aiden stand up and casually flex his shoulders before turning. Joe felt a tap on his shoulder and he whirled around just in time to get grabbed by his throat and hoisted into the air. Aiden stood 6' 4", an impressive height, whilst Slim stood 6' 1". The distance off the ground wasn't overly massive, but it was enough.

"Next time you stab someone, it might be worth it to make sure they're actually dead," Aiden advised sagely before turning and flinging Joe as hard as he could out of the alley.

Joe landed with a thud, rolling over twice before his momentum stopped. The breath driven from his lungs, Joe attempted to stand before he felt the blade of a sword press against his neck.

"Stay down," Aiden ordered.


"Don't worry Aiden, I'll have him taken care of," a distinctly accented female voice assured an impatient Aiden as he sat in a plush red chair.

"He stabbed me. Through my stomach. That didn't exactly tickle," he said, voice bordering on heated.

The look that Caitlyn gave him made him look off at nothing in particular thoughtfully.

"Ok, maybe it tickled. But still…" Aiden's voice trailed off as his gaze found the Sheriff's again. She rolled her eyes and shook her head, but the faintest trace of a grin ghosted her features.

The two were good friends from a time when necessity had drawn them together. In fact, everyone from their original group was on good terms with one another.

"Feeling better Lux?" the brunette questioned, switching her attention to the blonde who sat next to Aiden, fingers interlocked with his.

"Mostly," she said, taking a sip of the tea Caitlyn had graciously provided. Both Aiden and the Sheriff had been worried when Lux had explained what the man, who they now knew to be called Slim Joe, had done to weaken her.

Thanks to Caitlyn's tea (partially) and Aiden's constant flow of energy into her body (mainly), Lux was feeling restored. The latter required that the two keep physical contact, to which neither was really at odds with. All three friends were seated in Caitlyn's quaintly decorated office at the Police Station. It featured rather comfy seats, a few photos of various famous detectives in Piltover's history, and a desk that the Sheriff herself sat behind. One picture of her and her husband, Exavier, sat pointed towards her next to the mandatory computer she had to have. In honesty, Caitlyn didn't really use it, preferring to write out all of her reports by hand. In that sense, she supposed she was "old-fashioned."

With the technology of Piltover constantly on the rise, Caitlyn, now age 38, couldn't find it in herself to lean every new gadget some inventor created in his laboratory. Computers, still relatively new, had advanced quickly and left quite a few of Piltover's older residents in the dust. Phones had come around not long after, and it had (surprisingly) been Aiden's idea that he and Lux buy cellphones. Why? He had somehow convinced every one of their other friends to buy them as well. He paid for many, but the point was that now everyone was connected…or so he thought.

Caitlyn hazarded a glance at the stack of paperwork she had to do tonight and let out an involuntary sigh. In the presence of two of her closest friends, she finally had a chance to relax. That didn't remove the fact that there was still work to be done, still criminals to be brought to justice and madmen to be hunted down. Aiden cocked an eyebrow, nodding towards the substantial pile of papers.

"Need any help with that?" he asked, almost without thinking. Caitlyn smiled at him sadly, shaking her head.

"I can't ask you to do that. It shouldn't take me that long, but thank you for the offer," she replied, knowing that Aiden was asking out of the goodness of his heart. He always wanted to help his friends.

Shrugging, Aiden leaned back in his chair a little bit and closed his eyes. His moment of contentment, just sitting there with his fingers entwined with Lux's, eyes closed and thinking of his warm comfy bed, ended when a timid knock sounded at the Sheriff's door. His eyes shot open as Caitlyn assumed her "business expression."

"Come in," she ordered, every trace of emotion gone from her voice save for annoyance. It was always funny to see Caitlyn deal with-.

"Sheriff Caitlyn, there's something that needs your attention," came the voice of her assistant, a rather short and thin man named Michael. He tried too hard to receive affections from the Sheriff, despite knowing that she was married and very much in love. Aiden disliked the man, and had offered on several occasions to find a suitable replacement. Every time she would decline him, stating that everyone deserved a chance.

"What is it now, Michael?" she asked sourly, turning towards the cracked wooden door. A pair of brown eyes and greasy blonde hair peered back at her.

"A new case popped up. You need to review it," he replied timidly.

"Very well. Thank you Michael."

The small man nodded and closed the door. Aiden swore he could hear Michael literally scurry away. Caitlyn let out another sigh and turned to the couple with an apologetic smile.

"Looks like something's come up again. I'm sorry, but you two will have to leave my office while I go check this out," she said, already grabbing her discarded top hat and standing. Aiden and Lux stood up together, Aiden nodding his assent.

"No problem Cait. Thanks for the tea and everything; I know I won't have to worry about that creep when he's locked up behind bars," Aiden thanked, draining his own cup of tea and setting it gently back onto Caitlyn's desk.

"Mhm, thanks for the tea! We'll have to go have a girl's day sometime," Lux said, beaming at her friend. Caitlyn couldn't help but return the smile.

"I'll let you get the details worked out. Surely there's a day I'll be free so we can go."

The trio walked out of Caitlyn's office, everyone stretching a little.

"Hey you two!" called another voice from somewhere near the front of the Office. It was Vi, the Enforcer of Piltover and Caitlyn's partner in justice. Her pink hair, along with face tattoo and giant metal gauntlets, certainly created quite the punk figure. She played the part as well, being very tomboy-ish and persistent. Despite their differing personalities, Caitlyn and Vi were a legendary duo who rarely failed to solve a case. Heck, they'd even eventually caught Jinx, a criminal mastermind who had caused chaos in Piltover for the longest time.

"Long time no see, Vi. How's life been treating you?" Aiden greeted, fist bumping the older woman in their general greeting.

"Eh, can't really complain. Cupcake and I have been pretty busy recently," Vi responded, using her pet name for Caitlyn to which she received a little glare from the Sheriff.

"Nice to see you too, Vi," Lux greeted cheerfully, briefly letting go of Aiden's hand to give the woman a hug.

"Lux! Aiden still treating you well?" Vi asked, pulling back and holding Lux at arm's length. Aiden rolled his eyes, arms crossing.

"Mhm," Lux nodded.

"Good. I'll always be ready to punch his face in if he breaks your heart, K?"

"Gee thanks Vi, makes me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside," Aiden sarcastically remarked. Lux and Vi laughed.

They were interrupted by a short cough from Caitlyn.

"Whoops, sorry," he quickly apologized, offering Lux his hand again and nodding to Caitlyn and Vi.

"See you both later!" Lux said, waving to their friends before taking Aiden's hand and following him outside. The rain had let up slightly, and Aiden simply let Lux borrow his jacket to put over her head. The black shirt he was wearing did little to hide the muscle he'd acquired in his years of fighting things and training. For a 22 year old it was rather impressive, both Caitlyn and Vi thought before turning back to the task at hand. Tonight was going to be a long night.


Omake 1 -

"No."

"But-!"

"Absolutely not Aiden. We went over this."

Aiden threw his hands up in the air in denial. Losfar was being difficult today, it seemed.

"Losfar, I'm 22 for god's sake! I think I can handle myself while in the presence of my girlfriend!" he argued, pointing decisively at the aged war veteran standing before him. 6' 4" meant nothing when compared to a 7' giant like Losfar. The grizzled man's beard seemed to bristle as he prepared to argue again.

"That room isn't soundproofed and I won't have you and Lux waking us all up in the middle of the night with your antics!" he declared vehemently, glaring at Aiden through his bushy white eyebrows. Normally, the General wouldn't be so strict with Aiden over something so simple, but today hadn't been a pleasant one and he wasn't willing to give ground. Not today at least.

Aiden had other plans. His hands fell to his sides as he just shook his head, turning away.

"Whatever. I saved Valoran so I'm sleeping in the same room as Lux," he said, walking away from Losfar.

"AIDEN!"

"Nope, you can't change my mind about this. I'm doing it and you can't stop it."

"..."

"Besides," he added after a short pause, "I wasn't thinking of doing that!"


A/N: Hope you enjoyed that little segment! If anyone finds anything I fudged up on in my grammar or spelling, please tell me. I often don't catch those mistakes by myself.